(Something I wrote while I was outside smoking a cigarette and looking at the moon.)

Night: serene, quiet, calm.
A crisp cool smell stagnates
Feelings of rebirth and life rise and fall like the sun at dusk and dawn.
Silhouettes cast by the unknown form indecipherable patterns.
Sounds of distant entities loft in the air creating a lullaby.
No dread, no sorrow.